Quotes About Insecurity

I just feel like my body is in all these different pieces and even though it looks like I'm all put together, the pieces are really just floating there and if I fall down too hard, I'll fly apart.

There was a discomfiting sense in Belfast that there was no place where you were truly secure: you would run inside to get away from a gun battle, only to run outside again for fear of a bomb.

She felt the panic rising in her then. She knew. She knew how quickly things could break. You did the things you could. You tended to the world for the world's sake. You hoped you would be safe. But still she knew. It could come crashing down and there was nothing you could do. And yes, she knew she wasn't right. She knew her everything was canted wrong. She knew her head was all unkilter. She knew she wasn't true inside. She knew.

He writes like he´s afraid someone might actually understand him.

There is a vast difference between having some coin and no coin. There is a feeling of helplessness that comes from an empty purse.

Era...- Kvothe tenía la cabeza tan agachada que parecía que hablaba con sus manos, recogidas sobre el regazo-. ¿Que estoy haciendo? -Dijo con voz débil, como si tuviera la boca llena de grises cenizas-. ¿Para qué puede servir esto? ¿Cómo puedo explicárosla si yo nunca la he entendido?

Sabía lo rápido que podían romperse las cosas. Hacías todo lo que podías. Te ocupabas del mundo. Confiabas en estar a salvo. Pero aun así, ella lo sabía. Podía llegar aplastándolo todo, y no podías hacer nada.

By contrast, what did I have to offer? Nothing really. Less now. I was more like a curious stone that is picked up, carried a while, and finally dropped again with the realization that for all its interesting look, it is nothing more than hardened earth.

I couldn't remember whether I'd slept on the floor out of fear of assassins or bedbugs.

There is a vast difference between having some coin and no coin. There is a feeling of helplessness that comes from having an empty purse.

Bad enough to be a lettuce. How awful to think you are a lettuce too.

Prefería abstenerse de ahondar en semejantes problemas , que le resultaban desagradables y solo conseguirían sumirle en la más penosa inseguridad e inquietud cuando, precisamente para servirse de la razón, necesitaba gozar de seguridad y sosiego.

He preferred not to meddle with such problems, they were too discomfiting for him and would only land him in the most agonizing insecurity and disquiet, whereas to make use of one's reason one truly needed both security and quiet.

I'm going to promote myself exactly as I am, with all my weak points and my strong ones. My weak points are that I'm self-conscious and often insecure, and my strong point is that I don't feel any shame about it.

I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.

Once you turn against yourself, it's hard not to believe that everyone else is against you, too

And I am nothing if not a stupid, stupid man.

También esto le inquieta, porque no recuerda ninguna ocasión en su vida en que haya sido tan reacio a hacer algo que tan claramente desea hacer. Estoy cambiando, se dice

Picking a fight with the biggest guy in the room might look like a useful way to assess how tough I am, but if this is why I'm doing it, then I'm not tough at all—I'm painfully insecure. Similarly, choosing to mountain-climb in the service of mettle-testing might reflect your self-doubt, not your courage and taste for adventure.

We've never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We're hanging on to the outside for all we're worth, convinced we're going to fall off at the next bump.

Envy is universal because sin is.

The smart kid teases the dumb kid. The athlete makes fun of the kid with two left feet. Something is so wrong inside us that we can't even handle blessing properly.

What had happened was this. When still young, I had gotten the idea from somewhere that I might be able to write... Maybe the deadly notion came from liking to read so much. Maybe I was in love with the image of being a writer. Whatever. It had been a really bad idea. Because I couldn't write, at least not by the bluntly and frequently expressed standards of anyone in a position to offer any encouragement and feedback.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.